The dream


Her eyes snap awake. She stills her breathing as she listens hard for what has woken her, expecting a sound out of place, a footstep, a breath. Nothing stirs and she is forced to breath again as her mind slowly recovers from her abrupt start. Fragments of her dream come back to her as she lies shivering under the duvet. In her minds eye she recalls the terror of feeling trapped, isolated, alone in a dark place, no sound, no light, emptiness all around her. No sense of direction, just of movement, motion towards something, being drawn in by some unknown force, helpless, unable to fight as the blackness has no resistance, nothing to push against.

Her breath catches in her throat as she relives the dream in more detail, the screaming , clawing wrongness of it, the terror, the blind panic of being completely out of control, so at odds with her normal routine, her managed life. She struggles to comprehend where the dream has come from, and when it will end…

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